The tenderest touch
Kissed by the first rays of dawn
Your skin against mine
Wrapped in Egyptian cotton
Cool in the rapture
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Blackened Heart Draws Blood (Tanka)
Blackened hearts draw blood
Cross and careless with their words
Hate grows like a weed
How does passion turn so cold
Killing off those we once loved
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Stars
Stars, an audience–they look down and laugh,
We stare back jaw slacked, eyes of wonder.
How foolish they must find us,
Our mountains out of molehills;
Stressing and straining over our tiny little lives.
Nothing mortal could compare to that of the universe!
Keeping all of those glorious stars twinkling,
Brightening the slate black sky.
How tired the heavens must be
Inspiring romance, hopes, dreams,
The joining of lovers,
Receiving only occasional recognition.
What do we give in return?
Nothing–we continue to take
Just as we have always done,
Just as we will always do.
Perhaps the stars look upon us as the children we are.
Spoiled yet naive to the ways of this world.
To these sages we look for heavenly guidance
Offering prayers for blessings imagined.
This is in our nature
Looking for the Divine in that which we cannot touch.
Who has not looked skyward and begged for mercy,
Beckoned for release from an ill fate,
Cried out for intervention?
We think ourselves the center of all,
Master of our domain–independent, indestructible
Until we are overwhelmed, broken and drowned in tears.
Then we look out upon the vast audience above
Putting on the grandest of shows for their pleasure,
Hoping, praying for accolades
And furtherance from the stars.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Cool and Refreshing
Cool and refreshing
I touched her to my lips.
Sweetly anointing my soul,
Her love cradling me,
Caressing me with a silken hand.
She is soft yet passionate;
Flowing over me,
In me, through me.
Under my lover’s touch
I am vulnerable to her spell.
Just as clay in her hands
I am kneaded,
Ready to do her bidding
Without question or concern.
She likewise–
Is the caldron I stir,
Churning desire with each stroke
Until she boils over.
Two souls melding into one,
Flesh on flesh,
Heartbeats in unison,
Never to be parted
In this life or the next.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I Ache For You
I ache for you,
Nerve endings strain against the skin that represses them.
Agony and ecstasy bound into one vessel
Waiting to draw you close and ravage you.
This–a torture worse than a thousand deaths
I would not trade.
Nay–the devil may try to lead this soul astray,
But he will surely fail.
You, my beloved, are all that this unworthy beast desires.
The scent of your hair,
The softness of your silky skin
Caressed under my calloused hands,
Your love, though I am flawed and fragile
Is all that I desire.
I offer my heart, soul, blood and bone to you,
No conditions, free for your taking.
What more can I give than my life
Which was yours from conception.
You are my destiny, my love, my life,
The one that I live for
…And the one I would gladly die for.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
O’ One of Pure Heart
O’ one of pure heart,
Surely it must be enveloped in resin
Otherwise how can it not break.
Thine voice sings the beauty of angels,
Thine face art most ravishing,
Still how many times hast thou fallen prey to artiface,
How many times hast thou succumbed to frisson in the face of night?
Drawn, art thou to that which promises thee harm
Excluding nothing from thy circuitous journey.
To castigate thee would serve no purpose;
Nay, it would serve only to drive thee to be taciturn.
In this I fear that thou wouldst be lost to me forever.
Therefore I am destined to love thee just as thou art;
Embracing thy peculiarities and thy uniqueness
As endearing and part of thy mesmerizing charm.
O’ one of purest heart,
I shall love thee forever and ever.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #16
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #16
Lips Warm Brush My Neck, So Sweet (Sonnet)
Lips warm brush my neck, so sweet,
How could I, why would I wish to sleep.
If I were to pass my life complete,
Enveloped in your love so deep.
I turn to caress your tender face,
Through the many years you’re still the one.
There is no other to take your place,
Written in the stars since times begun.
In passions embrace our souls consumed,
As we once two commence to be one.
A love this true could never be assumed,
From deepest night ‘til morning sun.
O’ love my love you must never doubt, the devotion that I feel for you,
With my last breath I would gladly shout, my vows, my commitment anew.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
At Times Love Doth Tame (Tanka)
At times love doth tame
At others it bites with fang
Either I cherish
For to live without loving
Is to live an empty life
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Moss Slippery and Wet Beneath My Feet
Moss, slippery and wet beneath my feet,
Covering the rock and root tangled path I traverse.
Though drenched to the bone I am in ecstasy
For my love awaits by the lake shore.
The melodic sound of the wren announces my arrival,
Yet I am unable to discern whether she is happy or agitated.
No matter, through the mist I spy my lover’s shawl
Resting lazily on a fallen oak.
I call to her, but I am offered no reply.
How perplexing is this predicament.
The mirror like stillness of the lake reveals no trace,
No footsteps point her direction.
What supernal event has befallen her?
Horrible graphic images come to mind.
Did she drown,
Did she fall victim to some unknown villain,
Was she disheartened,
Choosing to stray off as some palliative remedy?
Alas, I am alone,
The fragrant scent of patchouli wafting from her shawl,
This–the only sign she had ever existed,
But for the perfect masterpiece of her kept
By the artist, that is my mind.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco~~
Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #8
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #8
Looking Through The Haze
The Dove – Alex Alemany
Looking through the haze toward distant shores,
She knows that her love is here no more.
“Lost at sea” the cable said,
Whereabouts unknown they presumed him dead,
But nothing on earth or in heaven can quell,
Her hope against hope it was wrong what they tell.
Still the solitary dove of the purest of white,
Could not quench her anguish as day turned to night.
With palm against pane her pain tore too much,
At the strings of her heart he could no longer touch.
Then a tear weaved its way down her fair tender cheek,
As the knot in her throat silenced her effort to speak.
All she could do was weep for him that was lost,
Ne’er to give up no matter the cost.
She promised him her love forever and all time,
To him and him alone his memory enshrined.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Photo Prompt #7 – “The Dove”
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